13 Tuesday Jun 2023
Posted in Poetry
Pain rips through
Like a jagged blade
Hesitating, then plunging
Deeper, until you’re numb
Nothing left to feel
Silence overwhelms
Then quiets thoughts
Daring to scream aloud
Emptiness consumes
Grasping, choking
Defeating your fight
You succumb
Writhing endlessly
Into the abyss
All hope dissipates
Still you pray
For just a small glimmer
To shine in the darkness.
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10 Thursday Jun 2021
Posted in Poetry
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#poetry, broken hearted, death, depression, dorindaduclos.com, grief, mom, Night Owl Poetry, one year, poems, writing
This is how
The year has been
Cluttered spaces,
Filled with din
Unconnected,
Lines that fly
Out of my head,
Although I try
To make sense
Of what will be
To understand
This broken me
Who misses you
With every day
It’s been a year ago,
Today
How can that be,
It went so fast
Day after day,
The moments pass
I feel I’m sinking,
In quicksand
And you’re not here
To grab my hand
And pull me up,
Breathe in new life
Instead, I’m only
Filled with strife
Beaten down,
Depression rages
Part of death,
of grief,
in stages…
Rest in Peace, Mommy. I miss you so very much… 06/10/2020
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02 Thursday Apr 2020
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Poetry
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A rumble comes from deep within
This is the start, it shall begin
A challenge, unknown, will I win?
I brush it off, forgotten
Until the beast does comes alive
I pray, this demon, I’ll survive
But in my body, it does thrive
Its will is born, begotten
A battlefield, my body owns
With each movement, creaks and groans
Surviving, yet these aging bones
Have trouble standing tall
I grab my shield, my mighty sword
Victory shall be my reward
Up to the top, I move toward
I refuse to let me fall
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30 Thursday Jan 2020
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#poetry, depression, dorindaduclos.com, God, life, Lord, mental health, Night Owl Poetry, non-communication, poems, prayer, sadness, silence, writing
“You okay?” He asks,
“Swell”, my reply,
While wistfully staring,
And wondering why
He’d bother to ask,
Does he really care?
Or is it just habit,
Because I am there.
Time spent together,
In silence, creeps by.
No matter how much,
I just no longer try
To engage conversation,
From one, far away,
Who turns off the chatter,
Doesn’t hear what I say.
Perhaps it is me,
Who doesn’t quite hear
The words, left unsaid,
Though, the meaning is clear
So I bury myself,
In a place, tucked away
Where the silence is deafening,
But the Lord hears me pray.
©2020 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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19 Tuesday Nov 2019
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#poetry, #poetrycommunity, confusion, defeat, depression, dorindaduclos.com, leaves, life, Night Owl Poetry, poems, sadness, writing
Overwhelmed by simple tasks
What is this I have become?
Sadness, behind my smiling mask
Truth is… I am feeling numb
Emotional, at the slightest change
Tears flow, and for no reason
Even to myself, I feel quite strange
Perhaps, it is that time of season
Where leaves once painted the trees
Now they lay, lifeless and brown
I watched them whirl, in the breeze
On their way, swiftly, falling down
I can relate to the leaves, you see
I’ve spiraled with them, for so long
Much like a twister, roaming free
Yet, unknowing if I truly belong
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